Kathryn Knock, 39, Norfolk
Slipping on my muddy riding boots after school, I couldn't wait to get to my local stables.
It was spring 2000 and, aged 16, I adored animals, especially horses.
‘We've got a surprise for you,’ my mum Angela, then 55, grinned, as we arrived.
‘What is it?’ I asked, excitement fizzing as I followed her to one of the pens.
‘This is Henry,’ she smiled. A tall brown horse with a white stripe down his nose stood at the fence.
‘He's yours,’ Mum said. ‘To keep?’ I gasped, stroking his soft fur. Mum nodded.
It was love at first sight. After that, when I wasn't revising for my GCSEs, I was with Henry.
Mucking out his stables, grooming him, or riding him out in the countryside.…
